Sunday night football

Greeting from the Pirate Ship, also known as Raymond James Stadium in Tampa. It's one of the cooler NFL stadiums, complete with a pirate ship and fauxCarribean village. Temperatures are in the mid-60s right now, but you'd think you were in northern Maine the way the natives are acting. Everyone is in winter jackets, collars up and hands stuffed into the pockets. It was 19 degrees when I left Hartford yesterday. That's cold.

Sunday night college football makes about as much sense playing golf in New England in December. I just don't see the point. But, we're here. Not sure if the fans will be, though. Expect a smattering in this expansive stadium.

Went out to get a bite to eat last night, and saw Hulk Hogan walking out of The Palm. The Hulkster looks, well, old. He can barely walk. But don't shed a tear. He had his teenageblonde girlfriend hanging all over him as he waited for the valet to bring him his bright yellow Mustang. I was excited to see him, though. I was pro wrestling freak when Hulkamania was at its peak in the mid-1980s. Saw him beat "Mr. Wonderful" Paul Orndorff at the New Haven Coliseum in 1984, and it was one of the more exciting nights of my life at that point (hey, I was only 12).

He was the ultimate showman. Unfortunately, he's become a pretty pathetic figure with the way he's handled his family situation recently, most notably with his son.

Not much pregame news. Matt Grothe was warming up and will play. No quarterback controversy at UConn this week, so check back for the postgame notes.